The Bus and the Bus Stop

Today I have had an adventure, and for those of you who are observing that my adventures of late have taken me into very different territory, you would be right and I am not so comfortable with it! Today I have been exploring and trying (desperately) to understand hoomuns in different places and circumstances. Today I was taken (on a lead and no pub rules applied here) down to the Bus Stop! I have never been on a bus before so I was perhaps understandably a little concerned when we got there. It seemed a little understated I thought, the Bus Stop. No doors, no curtains at the windows, in fact it was all windows, but I sat there, amongst some very strange deposits that even I could not have mustered, all over the floor. I was certainly not going to sniff that lot, I have breeding I do!! Then the bus turned up. Now I am seeing the connection here, Bus Stop and Bus, which stopped, but when it did the door opened and then it lowered itself! Well I was not about to get on that!! So The Owner had to carry me on, how embarrassing? We got to Chippenham on the Bus but he (Driver) did seem to stop more than The Owner when going to The Pub on a Friday night when trying to show off his latest car! We walked to an office (and not The Owners) from another Bus Stop, (there seems to be more than one) but when we got there the doors were shut, but as we walked up to it the door opened, on it's own! The Owner walked in but I was not about to follow, moving doors, no one opening them?? I was carried in, how embarrassing was that?? I felt vindicated and insulted at the same time, The Owner was told he couldn't bring me in, "That Dog was not allowed in"! Hello? I have breeding I do! As we walked out I wee'd on the door post as a mark of disdain, although looking at the door pillar there were quite a few stains as well as the disdain that I was depositing. I am guessing that he won't be getting that job either! When we got to the Bus Stop in Chippenham for our return trip I was a little more prepared for the strange things that happen with Buses, however I was not prepared for what happened next. The Owner tried to whisk me up the stairs!! I was not about to go up there!!!!! I was carried up the stairs, how embarrassing was that?After our return trip on the Bus, home was a welcome sight and a comforting Bonio was called for, well, ok two were called for! Now where is my comfy cushion?